✨the Vibes✨

LEMME BRING THIS BACK COZ THIS SHITCJCCJ WAS CJCJCKKC!

I have a feeling that one of the nine titans (probably zeke) is going to die and historia’s baby will be born a titan shifter

So I've been thinking about Historia and her baby since we didn't get to see her in the newest chapter and I'm so worried.

I hate all the theories about the baby's father, I don't want this farmer guy to be the father, but I also don't want the baby to be Eren's. I've seen this interesting (yet kinda disgusting) theory that it is Levi who is the father, cause Isayama once said something about mixing the royal blood with the Ackermans.

And I also read that Historia's baby can be somehow connected to the Founder Ymir. Ymir kinda looks like Historia and her mother, so can it be that the baby's gonna be a reincarnation of Ymir or something? Well whatever it is, the baby is important. I hope everything goes well for our sad girl Historia, I love her.

Do you guys have some other theories about the baby? I'd love to read some more

im learning to be proud of who i am again

(rbs are better than likes)

wyatt callow autistic as hell

watching arcane with my dad and i told him that there are gays and lesbians but one is canon and the other is not and he has to guess.

This is how it starts:

His mother is French. An ice dancer, beautiful as they come; fluid on her feet, light on her toes. Her hair is like molten silver. She gives it to her only child. She expects a daughter (to be named Victoire), so convinced the child she carries will be female, a little dancer like herself.

But his mother never seems disappointed that she gets Victor instead. 

Victor loves her, he loves her, he loves her until the day she dies.

He keeps her alive with his skating, ma petite lune, the starlight shadow of the woman who gave him life. He does it for his Russian father, for himself. He wins every medal, every competition, stuns with every exhibition. He is beautiful, he is fearless, he listens to no one and nothing can stop him. 

He is his mother’s son, and like his mother, he is made of charm.

He smiles like the sunrise, spins like the ocean breeze, dances like a storm with his silver spray of hair billowing behind him like the fog off the sea. He is a thousand rainbow colors in the sun and pale as the stars, too distant and shining to touch.

But he aches for it. Oh, how he aches. 

Victor’s father passes from lung cancer after a lifetime of smoking, ever the artiste his mother fell in love with. In truth, he died long ago from a broken heart. 

In between his short program and his free skate at Worlds, Victor cuts his hair off in the hotel bathroom. When his blades cut into the ice the next evening, the audience cries for him. 

And he keeps going.

Strong. Bold. Beautiful. He makes his money from sponsorships and prize winnings, sells the family home and buys himself a flat in St. Petersburg, makes himself a refuge for Makkachin’s sake if not his own. It’s clean. It’s empty. It’s nothing like what he grew up with, his mother’s hair combs strewn about, pictures on the walls, his father’s paints and pastels and books, so many books. He keeps the books, but precious little else.

And he keeps going.

It’s hard out there. He pulls away from Yakov as he sees his coach’s marriage crumbling and can’t imagine a world in which love does not last a lifetime. He sees Yuri Plisetsky come into Yakov’s tutelage, his mother and father split apart at the seams, so he lives in poverty with his grandfather. Yuri never knows that Victor sponsors him that first day, makes sure Yuri will always be able to skate the way he loves (and he loves such precious little else). It’s a silent agreement that no one tells him. Nikolai doesn’t mention it. Yakov would never dare.

And he keeps going.

Victor wins and he wins and he wins and he wins, but every day feels like losing. 

And he keeps going and going and going until—

—a boy breaks open in front of him on the ice. It’s the most honest suffering Victor has ever seen. Victor wants to talk to him, wants to comfort him, wants to say I know, I know—

But he turns his back to Victor as he flees, and Victor is left alone again.

Yuuri crashes into him two nights later, steals his breath and his drink and his life and makes him smile, holds Victor’s hopes and heart in his hands and digs in until they both bleed. 

He’s stubborn, he’s a mess, he’s painful, he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Like his mother, Victor falls for an artist—a man who makes music with his body on the dance floor, on the ice. 

And this is how it starts.

now with this companion piece

Charles Xavier’s playlist dedicated to Erik Lehnsherr

Both of these songs have ‘soldier talking about his wife in a war movie’ energy

Rules: Using only song titles from one band/artist, cleverly answer each question and then tag ten people.

Artist/Band: Talking Heads

What’s your gender: And She Was

How do you feel: This Must Be The Place

If you could go anywhere: Heaven

Favorite Mode of Transportation: Houses In Motion

Best Friend: Psycho Killer

Favorite Time Of Day: Once In A Lifetime

If your life was a tv show: Burning Down The House

Relationship status: Nothing [But Flowers]

Your fear: Life During Wartime

I tag: ....I got no one

Thank you so much @n-i-g-h-t-c-r-a-w-l-e-r-6-6-6 for tagging me! ♥

This was really fun to do :)

Rules: Using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag ten people.

Artist/Band: Led Zeppelin

What’s your gender: Living Loving Maid (She’s just a woman)

How do you feel: Dazed and Confused

If you could go anywhere: Over The Hills And Far Away

Favorite mode of transportation: Black Dog

Your Best friend: The Rover

Favorite Time of day: Night Flight

If your life was a tv show: Good Times Bad Times

Relationship status: Tea For One

Your fear: Trampled Under Foot

I tag: @pour-some-sugar-on-mee @me-ow-talhead @theslumberofthebeast @jesster-day @timburtonflowerchild @bonafiderocketqueen @alirose62 @rockgoddess19 @aengelicae @artificial-courage-used ~ if you want to do this! 💕